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To The Soothing Zephyr

A wanderer never stops, always summons his way, The thing he only notices― how the leaves sway.The journey seems unending; and it has to be made, Somewhere, he has to reach; before the paths fade.So, he buries the tears.The memories he fears.

But a face in his mind, refuses to stay behind.Some day, the face will find him; satiate him with desire.A wonder, a miracle― he craves to the soothing zephyr.